Today I wore my warmest sweater.
Thick, unrelenting wool-
colored bright orange, as if to also
scare the cold by blinding it.
Today, I insulate myself against you
for what was once a boundless summer is now
a new ice age.
And it has frozen spring in it’s very blooming-
children, sparrows, and hopeful pink flowers
now lay perfect preserved in ice.
The ice is not kind, but keeps their beauty
as if somewhere, within his frosty heart
he still cares for them.
I insulate myself against my joy-
I insulate myself with sweaters of all kinds-
new friends, desperate hopes, plans-
the winter-time chores of storage and preparation.
But, it is no substitute for spring.
I put off wondering if I’ll ever see spring again
and labor on.
my fondest hope – one I bury deep underneath layers
of sweater, undershirt and skin-
is that someday, when this ice age has changed the
very mountains- changed the landscape so that
the sandstone of your love
is now a new shape
and can be given to me as true friendship-
The ice will melt
And give me you, again.
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